An Unlikely Friendship

Disclaimer: I don't think I have to tell anyone who would be reading this, that I do not own Dragonball Z. But I own my created character DJ whatever good that will do me.

Author's Note:

This is my first serious attempt at fanfiction, I have abandoned many stories in hopes of finding my muse. Please R&R and help a fella out. Flames are welcome. This may very well be a trilogy and it is Definitely A/U after the first few chapters

Prologue

He was alone now. He hadn't cared when Cell told him to rejoin and had formed his own identity. The 8th cell jr., but in actuality he was the first.

When Cell had first became perfect and stumbled upon the secrets of his mixed genetic makeup, he came up a unique skill of namekian heritage, and he knew he had to try it out. He was perfect and all his tecniques must be perfect as well.

This particular one would prove very useful. Although Cell was definitely strong enough to take out all of earth's defenders, he decided he would spawn miniatures of himself to fight. He knew they would try to gang up on him regardless of the cell games rules. It was in their nature to protect. In his days of preparation for the battle he succeeded in producing an egg. From that egg came his prototype offspring, the first Cell jr.

This one was the spitting image of Cell in his perfect form. Well not exactly, it was bright red where Cell had been green, it had antennae like a namekian and its seemed its wings were missing. The major difference that occurred to Cell was its power. He sensed it had potential but not very strong compared to Cell's base power level. The one thing this Cell Jr. was, if anything, was headstrong. He didn't listen and was pitifully weak to spar with. His mischief level was high and he blew up a few towns to Cell's delight.

But when the time came to rejoin Cell he refused and escaped. Cell, with no time to worry about the fugitive hatchling, focused on the Cell games and his takeover of earth.

But now it was over, that saiyan had destroyed his father and he was all alone. He was grateful that he was spawned but other than that felt little attachment to Cell. He was a rogue, he thought. But he hated those freak saiyans for what they had done. He would destroy those fighters and take over the planet. Unfortunately he was weak and alone, his time would come but for now just survive. 'I don't even have a name' he thought. 'Well there was that one town where the people spoke funny. What did they call me? El Diablo Rojo?' He laughed as he saw their faces in his head as they died or exploded from his rampage. 'I think I'll shorten it a bit and change it' he mused. The first Cell Jr. assumed life as a human and became Diablo Jr. nee', DJ.

Time to have some fun, he yelled blasting off for north city.

In the mountains near the Son family home, Gohan looked upward to the skies, "Where are you father and what is your deal?" The week previously had been a tumultuous one. He had trained all week to defeat Cell, and change history but his father had died anyway.

Flashback to the fight with Cell

"Goodbye everyone, Gohan take care of your mother for me", said Goku as he pressed his fingers to his forehead to use his instantaneous movement technique. "Dad, no!", shrieked Gohan. And then he was gone. But Cell had come right back with a vengeance.

He first killed Trunks out of anger, and then injured Vegeta. Goku wasn't totally out of the fight though, from the other world he helped guide Gohan in using his latent power to defeat Cell once and for all. What was important was that the threat of Cell was over and the earth was safe once again.